Nameless wings perched on my shoulders,
Ordained me to soar high and fly
Wither to but never rest
For then it won't flap again
I flew above scenic valleys and gorges
And Mystic mountains and silver streams
Canopy of trees and glittering ponds
Treating my ever craving eyes
I took a deep dive down after a wayward flight
Only to witness a land so exquisite
I stopped flying for a short repose
Amidst the songs of fairies and veelas
In mirth and laughter I ceased my thoughts
From where I came no more could I recall
Tired of bliss and heavy dose of fun
I am lost with no plans and action
Of my failing wings I weep
And wait for my day to dawn.